Lysa's POV
The walk back to Jason's car had been quiet, almost peaceful. The earlier rain had left the campus smelling fresh and clean, puddles reflecting the streetlights and moon like scattered mirrors. Our hands were intertwined, and despite everything, the moment felt almost normal.
Until we reached his car, Jason opened the passenger door for me.
I froze, my hand on the door frame, memories of waking up in his villa flooding back.
"Actually," I said, pulling my hand back, "I should just walk back to the dorm."
His hand tightened slightly around mine. "It's late."
"Exactly why I need to get to the dorm. It's not far."
His eyes darkened. For a moment, I thought he would insist. Thought he would simply open the passenger door and expect me to get in.
Instead, he
